(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.
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You surf the internet so much at work every day that you literally hit a point where you don’t know what else to search for.
Calling people back. Debilitating.
You’ve had six jobs in the last four years.
You’re 99.7% sure a road trip would fix everything.
You’ve had no relationships in the last six years and you’re scared your relationshipping is broken.
The phrase you dread hearing the most at work is, “Congratulations, you’re getting a promotion” because you’re getting pushed deeper into a job you despise.
Doing dishes. Debilitating.
You feel like you’re being crushed by either anxiety, unemployment, or just crazy amounts of college debt — you know, like most Millennials these days.
Cooking dinner. Debilitating.
Watching four seasons in a row of _________, while Facebook stalking exes and enemies.
You seek out a mentor for answers one week and you avoid them like the 8th grader with bad BO, the next.
You glare at your animal in the morning as you get ready for work and say, “Gosh, I wish I had your life.”
You have no idea where to go for answers. Or even, how to find the right questions.
You see so clearly the two roads in front of you. A life of comfort and a life of risk. And you’re not sure you have the right car or directions to go down either one.
You’re having arguments with your mom again about cleaning your bathroom and being home at a reasonable hour. (aka you’re sleeping back in your old bedroom)
Your part-time, temporary job at Starbucks has lasted five and ½ years.
A Bon Iver or John Mayer song comes on and you start crying. By yourself, or around friends. Or in the middle of a coffeeshop as strangers slowly usher their children away.
“When is life going to feel like it’s supposed to?” Is something you ask. Every day.
“Am I ever going to feel like myself again?” Is something you ask. Every day.
Even thinking about doing your taxes. Debilitating.
Looking for a job. Debilitating.
Making a budget is completely debilitating.
Feelings of quarter life crisis stop you through out the day as you ask, “There’s got be more to life than this?”
You find yourself repelled and compelled by church at the same time. You ask God for help one day and then you’re yelling at him the next. Your faith is a roller coaster and you’re pretty sure your seat belt is about to come undone.
You feel like every time you’re a bridesmaid or groomsman, an angel loses it’s wings.
You’ve had six relationships in the last four years.
Your monthly routine of expenses being greater than your income is dawning on you as a serious problem.
Visualizing yourself 15 years from now doing your boss’s job makes you throw up a little in your mouth.
Buying groceries. Debilitating.
You recently googled: “Quarter Life Crisis?”
You’ve moved six times in the last four years.
You dream about going back and punching your Smug-College-Self who was so sure had all the answers.
You’d pay top dollar for a moment of clarity.
You binge on buying brand names to try and cover up that you’re broke.
You laughed, and cried, when you first read 21 Secrets for your 20s.
